Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2000 01:19:10 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Secret of the Turtle Men, Chapter 10
SECRET OF THE TURTLE MEN, CHAPTER 10
"The City of Angels"
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
The City of the Angels was both like and unlike Connobar, putting
Pavel more in mind of the much-smaller Medina Jadeed, in that the ground
level of the city was given over to markets and people bringing in and
taking out good of various kinds. Some Angels performed the ferry service
similar to that which Pavel and Pelen had used, but more often, the mode of
transport was human-powered, large two-wheeled carts pushed like
wheelbarrows, or larger wagons being pulled by two or four humans in
tandem.
It was like Medina Jadeed in that there were two levels to the city;
the ground was the domain of the humans, and even the buildings were laid
out for the first two or three floors like the buildings Pavel had seen and
humans peered out of the windows, calling to the street below or looking
out idly or working away within.
But above that, the buildings belonged to the Angels. Every building
was festooned with large platforms like small balconies without rails, and
upon these platforms, Angels came in to light or used them to launch
themselves into the air. If a human were to visit an Angel's home (and
this was seldom, Pavel saw it happen only once among this large throng), an
Angel would come down to the street, take the human in his arms and ferry
him upwards; there was no other way to get to the Angels' quarters or
businesses or whatever they had in the buildings above their human
servants.
"Where do we go from here?" Pavel asked Pelen. "I need to speak to
the Angel leaders."
"All humans with business with the Angels must go before the
Tribunal." Pelen said. "And if you seek your friend, Jethro, he would have
gone before them upon his arrival, and they can tell you where he is. It
is this way."
"This way" turned out to be quite far, Pavel and Pelen walked for
blocks through the crowds. Pavel enjoyed the crowds in a way, to see so
many people about, buying, selling, working, drinking, and, of course,
making love. There was no place set aside for sex as they had in Connobar
or Medina Jadeed; here, if you needed to make love, you simply did it where
you were with whomever was handy and agreeable. Pavel saw one place where
drink was served, several tables and chairs arranged in a small courtyard,
and in the middle of this drinking throng, two men were atop one of the
tables, engaged in sucking each other's cocks, and arousing no boisterous
comment, and very little attention. A waiter, tall, dark-haired and fair
of face, accepted the caress of another man as he brought the man's drink
to the table, and stood still as his apron was lifted aside and his manhood
taken out by the patron, who began to suck on it lustily. Pavel chuckled,
wondered what the charge was for that sort of a chaser!
Yes, he and his family had misjudged the Turtle Men due to their lack
of knowledge about this valley. Perhaps they only knew the Angels who had
set out to colonize their own valley with a single village, and these
Angels would have no use for the alliance so painfully forged back in
Pavel's home valley of Facilitata. He began to wonder at the wisdom of his
meeting. Well, he would at least ask for Jethro back and plead the
Ifriti's case as promised. Anyone could do that.
"We are nearing the Tribunal Building." Pelen said, stopping in his
tracks. "I must warn you of what will happen so you won't feel that some
treachery has occurred. Only Turtle Men may appear before the Tribunal. A
non-citizen such as yourself is taken immediately to the Hall of Service,
where you will be put to work. You see, the idea is that you came here to
build a new life with us, but you must earn that life by proving yourself
worthy of citizenship in our valley. After a term of service of a year,
the non-citizen is called before the Tribunal and questioned, and if he is
a man of good character and the Tribunal has received favorable reports
upon him, he is awarded citizenship. If not, he is either offered an
escort out of the valley, or he is permitted to return to the Hall of
Service and try again the following year. The test is difficult, but
perseverence is adjudged a virtue and the years you stay count in your
favor. Of course, this is not the course you will take. I will go before
the Tribunal and tell them of the true purpose of your visit here, and they
will summon you to speak with them. It will take several hours before they
will hear my case, since I am not on their calendar to be heard and so I
will have to wait until last. So please, be patient and trust that I will
not let you languish needlessly. Just do as you are told for the present,
please."
"I understand." Pavel said. "And I'm glad you told me that before I
found myself grabbed and hauled away."
"That is what will happen." Pelen said. "Go willingly and you will
not be harmed."
And with that scant comfort, Pavel walked with Pelen into the Tribunal
Building.
As warned, when they entered, they were met by several large guards
wearing black uniforms, and when Pelen identified himself and Pavel by name
and place of origin ("Out of Valley" for Pavel), Pavel was immediately
taken away by two of these guards. He didn't recognize the staff-like
objects they carried, which were metal and obviously contained machinery of
some sort and topped by a small red-glowing ball, but he chose not to find
out the staff's purpose and went without protest.
The guards took him down a corridor which flanked the large central
room of the Tribunal, past many waiting persons (Pelen took a seat there
himself) and then down a longer, less traveled corridor. Pavel could see
this area was used for the massive record-keeping this culture required.
They had the ability to make paper, something Pavel's father had spoken of
longingly, and Pavel decided to mention this the next time he saw his
father; they could trade for the paper. Yet this paper was apparently only
a medium of information transfer, the room also held an enormous amount of
machinery. However the Angels had arrived on Desire, and how ever long
they had been here, they had the most advanced technology on the planet
barring Stepwith himself. Pavel's own people were forced to make do with
the ships which had crash-landed with them in various stages of damage.
The guards took him to an older, thinner man, who to Pavel's surprise
asked him no questions. He was made to stand on a platform and a beam
played over his body without damaging or even affecting him that he could
see, and then they were done.
"A healthy young clone-child from the valley east of here." summarized
the man. "He's able to do physical labor. Take him out and put him to
work."
"They might could use him in the soak-pits." grinned one of the
guards. The other one chuckled.
"Eh?" The man looked up. "I don't care. Take him and test him out
yourselves before you put him in there."
"One of the perks of the job." the guard said.
"You can use the office next door." the man said indifferently. "Just
don't dawdle too long, the day is still young."
"Come on, Worm." the guard said, taking Pavel by the arm.
"What's a Worm?" Pavel asked.
"Oh, so you can talk." the guard said. He was muscular and
large-bodied, his hair cut short and dark brown in color, his nose long and
regal, his forehead large, his cheeks long and oval-shaped. His partner
who had not yet spoken was more stocky in build yet well-muscled, his face
rounder yet not fat-looking, his hair very curly so that it made a rather
unruly mop on his head. Both men were large framed and bulky with muscle
and sheer, raw size, so much that Pavel felt small compared to them. He
wished that he were big like his father, but his father's muscle bulk had
still eluded him.
"We're going to try you out on a job." the guard said to him. "If we
like you, you keep the job. If not, well, you can ask for a reassignment,
but...." the guard shrugged.
"I was told to do whatever you said." Pavel responded. Whatever it
was, he only needed to withstand it a few hours, and then he would be in
front of the Tribunal. "So go ahead and try me."
The guard's response was to seize Pavel and kiss him roughly. Pavel
felt the big hands on him, his breasts were being rubbed hard in what this
guard apparently felt was erotic touch! Well, the mist was working as well
as ever, and thanks to Jethro's nightly incursions on his body, he could
certainly handle these two horny studs, especially if it helped him stay
near the Tribunal long enough to let Pelen argue his case. He was now
sandwiched between the two rowdy stallions of men, they seemed determined
to press him flat between them. He let the guard in front of him, the
brown-haired on, take his lips and when the large pink tongue slid into his
mouth, he didn't fight it even though there was a faintly sour aroma to the
guard's breath. Alcoholic drink? On a job? Surely not. But he had no
time to dwell on the guard's work habits, this guard had a long, athletic
tongue which seemed determined to crawl down his throat! He suckled on it
with what he hoped would be taken for ardor.
The guard behind him, the dark-haired one, was pulled aggressively at
Pavel's clothing, and again Pavel let these guards do what they would. The
white shirt was pulled over his head, interrupting the other guard's
incursions into his mouth, and Pavel felt that long soft snake pull back
with almost relief! He had never felt such a large, long tongue, it
practically filled his mouth and cut off his air.
But when the shirt was over, the mouth and tongue returned to him and
Pavel felt himself dazed by the sheer, raw, animal energy these two guards
were foisting upon him, he groaned as his sash was removed and his leggings
were untied and lowered, leaving his body exposed to the rough cloth of the
two guards, who still pressed hard against him, and now Pavel felt the
prick of the guard in front of him, the guard rutting against him, pressing
his cock against Pavel's own so tightly it was almost painful, and another
man-rod was similarly engaged in trying to burrow between his buttocks.
The guard finally released Pavel's mouth, and Pavel found himself
facing not a gentle smile of joy but a rough fierceness.
"Get down and suck on it!" growled the guard and Pavel's head was
grabbed in one huge paw and he was pressed down while the other heaved
backwards with hands on both of Pavel's thighs, pulling him back and over
between them, white body between two black uniforms, and Pavel's face was
ground into the black-clad crotch by a pair of hairy hands that held him
tightly in place. Jeez, if these guys would just let him alone, he'd
service them well enough, he didn't have to be shoved into every move!
He fumbled for the crotch, found a row of buttons held it closed, and
got them open with several clumsy gestures. His last real experience with
such buttons had been back with Jezreel who had similar notions about the
peremptorialness of sex. Perhaps it came with the uniforms that men put
on.
At any rate, he got the fly open and managed to squeeze the massive
cock out through the rather small opening. God, these men were so damned
huge in every way, and this cock was no exception. It was as big around as
his fist and over nine inches long! Suck on it? He'd be lucky to fit even
that huge head into his mouth. And the insolent pole rubbing at his ass
promised an equal size. His father's painful memories of "Monster Tully"
resurfaced in his memories, and he forced it down again. He'd do his best
and trust to luck, starting with doing what he could for this enormous
cock.
But his head was forced over the cockhead and he opened his mouth,
popping his jaw somewhat painfully apart, and found to his relief that the
cockhead would fit inside him after all but given its huge size, it wasn't
going very far. He grunted, his mouth spewed saliva over it unbidden, in
such a flood that it drooled out of his mouth, and the guard grunted with
satisfaction and he pumped his huge pud in and out of Pavel's mouth.
"Damn, that's good, kid, better than most." he said. "Lebet, you'd
better grease up that pole before you try to squeeze it into his butt. No
reason to rip him open any more than you have to."
Pavel concentrated on the cock in his mouth, sucking on it as well as
he could and tried to ignore what was coming. He need only endure a little
while here, only a little while....
It came at him like a demon driven. His ass being stretched, hell!
His very buttocks were being forced wide in an attempt to let this monster
schlong into him, when it touched his anus, it was pain incarnate despite
what appeared to be a copious amount of lubricant on it.
Pavel closed his eyes, grunted and endured once more. To his relief,
this guard Leben slowed down, not out of any apparent concern for Pavel,
but that his gigantic prong simply wouldn't go into Pavel very quickly.
Pavel's head was grabbed anew by the other guard's hands and now he was
face-fucked while the huge pole slid further and further into him.
And then the guard slipped something down to him and Pavel picked up
an aroma of flower petals of some sort. Not sweet or perfumy, it had a
smell more like a freshly plucked weed from the garden, all green-smelling
and bitter. But as this odor entered his brain, he found his body warming
as if he had taken a stiff drink, his brain receded from the area of pain;
it was like he withdrew into himself and away from all the hurt going on in
his body.
For this reason, he found his anus relaxing, the sensation coming from
a distance and totally unrelated to himself, and the guard Leben pressed
into him the more. Lebet did not pause to let him accommodate the invader,
but began to fuck at Pavel's ass, while Pavel's mouth was mauled by the
other guard's thick pillar of manhood.
Detached from the pain, Pavel found the pleasure remained unabated and
now holding sole sway over the field of his senses, he groaned with renewed
desire and took back control of his mouth, and began to thrust back and
forth upon the wide cock which still filled his mouth in all directions,
roiled it back and forth and managed to wiggle his tongue slightly, so that
the guard in front of him groaned and released Pavel.
"Yeah, come on, Worm, really work that pud. Damn, having you in the
company bunkhouse is going to be so damned much fun. As good as that blond
guy we took in last week."
Jethro? Pavel realized it must be Jethro. The thought that this
servicing of these two puds was taking him to Jethro was enough, Pavel
plied his mouth with vigor and speed, and even managed to fuck back against
the heavy dick which now slipped back and forth inside his butt with
greased ease. He was rewarded for his efforts by the guard reaching down
to grasp Pavel's engorged prong, and it was worked with a clumsy fumbling
while the guard pumped his butt.
Pavel was floating inside himself, a piece of flotsam on an ocean of
pleasure which bounced his very soul around, submerging it and letting it
break the surface only to dunk it yet again in the waters of passion.
Pavel felt his pud heat up in the guard's hairy grasp, he groaned,
grunted, moaned and splattered the shoes of the guard in front of him,
heaving his wads hit with heavy plops of greasy jism, and the guard
muttered curses at the soiling of his uniform but he didn't pull away, he
only fucked at Pavel's face the more, and the huge prick rose to a boil
inside Pavel's mouth and the guard groaned, roared a stream of gutteral
half-words and Pavel found his mouth filling with steamy-hot man-juice, he
gulped at it hungrily, enjoying the thick, salty taste and gulping at it
greedily.
It took a few more moments of pumping while Pavel suckled on the limp
and deflating organ of his partner, before the guard fucking his ass sped
up to a frenzy and Pavel's ass was filled with another load of big-man's
jism. Pavel's butt was fucked heavily while the guard shot his wad, so
hard his butt felt bruised from the bones of the hips slamming against him,
and then the guard was yanking his still-semi-hard cock out of Pavel, a
massive rod that clung tightly to its new home and it was like the guard
was pulling Pavel's bowels inside out, and when at last his body
relinquished this fleshy guest, his body felt empty, a gigantic hole inside
of him, and he wondered dimly what damage these two huge men had wreaked
upon his body.
He rose up, supporting himself on the guard in front of him, and the
guard permitted this, now wearing a smile of rough triumph, and Pavel
worked his jaw with one hand while his other explored his ass. He felt
greasiness aplenty, but there seemed no blood, though he checked his hand a
few times before believing that this was even possible.
"Whew!" Pavel said finally, managing a grin at this pair of horny
lovers. "I thought you two were going to rip me apart from both ends. Are
all guards here as big as you two?"
"Of course." the guard said as if this were a dumb question. "The
Masters select us before our birth for this task, and we are trained to
serve our fellow man and the Masters."
"Oh." Pavel wasn't going to argue with a statement like that. He
dressed a moment in silence, then ventured, "Well, if I have passed your
test, could you take me to see that blond-haired guy you mentioned? I had
a friend come here a few days ago, and I was wondering if it was him."
"Rather demanding for a new Worm, aren't you?" the guard asked.
"I was only asking." Pavel pointed out. "Unless you two think you're
ready to go again?"
"Oh, we'll be ready, but we need to take you back to the barracks and
let our comrades have a shot at you. So you'll see your buddy all right."
"Great." Pavel said. "So where are we going?"
"Eager to get to work?" the guard grinned. "Right through here."
Pavel went with them and was pleased to find that the barracks the guard
mentioned were right behind the Tribunal Building; he had feared he would
be on a long trip with a long way back when the Tribunal summoned him.
But Pavel was taken to a large room which seemed to be a communal
gathering place, for no bunks were around, only rather comfortable looking
cushioned areas, too long and set in place to be furniture, it must be a
part of the flooring and the cushions made them places of rest.
For most. As with any group of men on Desire, there was the
inevitable sex going on, guards, all of them as big as promised, engaged in
various actions, and over in one place, two of them worked on a smaller
figure, large in himself but small compared to these monstrous guards.
Pavel saw the man who was fucking one guard while another fucked him,
and when he did, he called out in gladness, "Jethro!"
For it was he.